THE NOTEBOOK AND THE VIRGIN
Automatic called to check on me this morning. Feeling a little under the weather and all. Plus a long distance death on my hands. It's nice to have a friend. I'll probably stay under the covers most of the day. And convince Nicole, through my pitiful sighs, that she needs to care for me. We men are such babies when we don't feel good. Movies and hot tea with lemon and warm blankets and tiny toasted sandwiches with the crusts cut off. The weekend doesn't look much different, but it's just as well. This neighborhood is no where I'd want to live anymore. I might not go out for days. Consider the occupants:
1. A crazy Polish lady who screams at you when you try to park in front of her house.
2. Two Mexican G-Dogs who drive alongside your car and point at nothing, just to make you paranoid. Perhaps they were perplexed at my "God is not a Republican or a Democrat bumper sticker.
3. A teenage mother who claims to hold the 'second coming' of Christ in her womb, but still wont stop drinking Jack Daniels all day long.
4. A couple of beautiful young people who are desperately in love with one another, and want everyone to know it.
Okay, I have to admit, the first 3 I could do without. But this last one. The couple. They make me want to belive in the power of love, past a stupid Peter Cetera song. This in no Karate Kid. This is real life. So if these beautiful kids have the real thing going on, it might just be the only reason I'm still sticking around. Beautiful and terrible at the same time. I have this thing that makes me want to only romanticize tragic relationships. But I just might give these two a chance. Them and Nicole.
1. A crazy Polish lady who screams at you when you try to park in front of her house.
2. Two Mexican G-Dogs who drive alongside your car and point at nothing, just to make you paranoid. Perhaps they were perplexed at my "God is not a Republican or a Democrat bumper sticker.
3. A teenage mother who claims to hold the 'second coming' of Christ in her womb, but still wont stop drinking Jack Daniels all day long.
4. A couple of beautiful young people who are desperately in love with one another, and want everyone to know it.
Okay, I have to admit, the first 3 I could do without. But this last one. The couple. They make me want to belive in the power of love, past a stupid Peter Cetera song. This in no Karate Kid. This is real life. So if these beautiful kids have the real thing going on, it might just be the only reason I'm still sticking around. Beautiful and terrible at the same time. I have this thing that makes me want to only romanticize tragic relationships. But I just might give these two a chance. Them and Nicole.
posted by The Passenger at 12:16 PM
1 Comments:
With the Mexican G-Dog's, I wonder if you should put all your hair in front of your face to look crazy and then slide your finger across your throat. Now who's more scary. If guns get involved you should probably stop.
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